Sara Caramella
Bio
26. Crisis Counselor. Domestic Violence Survivor.
I believe in sharing my story so others know they are never alone.
Stories (27/0)
Dear Mom
Dear mom, My confession is that I will never hate you. I want to. I think it would be easier to hate you for all you have done and said to me and around me. But I can't. I don't know that I love you or miss you anymore, I just know that hating you is something I can never do. But I can thank you for letting me go and letting me down.
By Sara Caramella2 years ago in Confessions
Healing
Healing is hard. Healing hurts. Healing is not simple or fun. Healing and I mean, TRULY healing and growing requires you to take accountability for your past, your actions and your current impact on yourself and others. But I am not here to lecture you, I am here to be vulnerable. I am violently self aware most days and this specific incidence hit me right in the gut. What I share might make you change your view of me but this is a part of my true healing.. being vulnerable and sharing my missteps as well as my wins.
By Sara Caramella2 years ago in Humans
26 Lessons
26. That is how many years I have been on this planet. It is so bittersweet at times. I never saw myself living past 18 and 21 at the latest and now here I am.. I am thriving and truly proud of who I am. I have learned so much in these 26 years. Here's just a few of the lessons I have had;
By Sara Caramella2 years ago in Longevity
If You Take Anything From This..
I was raised in a home where what other people thought meant more than what you thought. I remember thinking “there is something wrong about that”, even at the young age I first realized what this meant. I have always wanted to live my life out loud. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t share everything and I definitely don’t want that. But what do I want? I want a world in which we can wear what we want, be who we want and as long as our actions aren’t harming or negatively affecting others, then it would not matter to them. But instead .. we hide so much of ourselves in fear that people will judge us and probably worse, leave us. I am here to tell you that you can share all your dirty laundry and be exactly who you are and I will love you just the same. And if you have the right people in your life, they will also love you just the same.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Humans
Sincerely, A Girl Just Trying to Get Better
To Everyone I Have Ever Loved, I would like to begin by thanking you for loving me. Loving me at and through the lowest points in my life. Thank you for not giving up on me, even when I gave up on myself. Thank you for accepting me for who I truly am and was, even when I could not accept it. That was the easy part. Now let's dive into the hard parts.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Humans
A Dogs Love
March 16, 2015. This day changed my life forever when an 8 week old, chunky little mutt came into my life. Let’s backtrack a little. This day was my friend's birthday and when I asked what she wanted for her birthday, she said “to get you a puppy!”. My 19th birthday was a couple weeks before and I had been searching for a puppy. I could never find a dog I loved and felt like it just was not the right time for a puppy. Life had other plans. I went and visited my friend for her birthday and her mom found one boy puppy in the classifieds. Him, his siblings (all sisters) and his mom were thrown from a truck onto a highway and this woman and her husband rescued them. They were able to keep the mom and took the mom and puppies to the vet. They kept the puppies until they hit about 7 weeks. Ruger was the last puppy because nobody wanted a boy puppy. I am so glad that I was the one to get him. I took him to my friends house and they watched him while I got toys, food, a blanket, bowls, etc. Then I drove the 90 miles home and introduced my little boy to everyone and decided on his name, Ruger. This is the story of me thinking that I rescued Ruger when he actually rescued me.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Petlife
What This Tattoo Means to Me
Tattoos have always been a form of therapy to me. Tattoos are a form of art, therapy and show everything that makes you who you are. For me, this is all the same. My tattoos show who I am and what means the most to me. Even the tattoos that seem to mean nothing to you, they mean the absolute world to me.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Blush
Fall Treats - Po t Pie Edition
Fall has always been my favorite season. The leaves changing color, the crisp temperatures, the thick sweaters, the boots, the fall fashion in general.. it is all so lovely and brings about such a warm feeling. But the best part of Fall? THE FOOD. I love candy corn, egg nog, the chili, cookies, pumpkin rolls.. so many delicious and delectable treats to enjoy. When I looked at entering this special challenge, so many ideas ran through my head. I have not always enjoyed cooking or baking but within the last year, I have really started enjoying it more. One thing I really enjoy making is a classic chicken pot pie. Read the rest of this to get my delicious recipe for this soon to be Fall favorite of your family.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Feast
I Know How It Feels
I know how it feels to feel alone. I know how it feels to be alone. I know how you feel when you say you are completely broken. I know, I understand, I see you and I am here for you. Nothing is worse than your brain telling you that you will not be enough. But I am here to tell you that you are enough, you will make it and you will be okay. You might not be okay today, tomorrow or even in a year, but I promise you that if you just hang on, you’ll survive. And one day, you won’t just survive, but you will thrive.
By Sara Caramella3 years ago in Psyche
A Quiet Love
Love does not have to be loud. Love does not have be in your face. Love does not have to be anything you don’t want it to be. These are lessons that took me awhile to learn. But now I have learned that love can be showed in a thousand different ways. Love is unique to each person and each type of love. I don’t love my boyfriend, friends and family all the same and it was about time I stopped expecting them to all love me the exact same way. It all started with Josh, he has taught me so much.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Humans
None Of It Cures You
She just sat there. If you looked close enough, you could tell she was shivering. I didn’t dare ask her why I simply said “it doesn’t feel like it, but it’ll get better.” She looked at me, tears starting to form. “You know, they all say that”.. she trailed off as her voice cracked and shattered into a million pieces. The tears started streaming and I knew I had to somehow make her see it. “Let me guess .. he left?” She grabbed a cigarette and just stared at it. “I see a bruise. Can I assume?” She sighed, lit the cigarette and barely whispered “I told him I didn’t love him anymore.” I grabbed a cigarette and savored the taste before responding. “You never loved him” and plowing past the protest in her eyes I continued “you said yes because it was easy. It was easy to see yourself with him, to live with him, to let him in. But then it got hard and you didn’t know how to leave. You let him lie to you, you yelled but let him back in your bed, you let him raise a hand to you. You let him get away with calling you a bad name every time he got drunk and mad. You let him make you feel like less than.” She looked offended, I knew she wasn’t getting it. “We let them break us then beg the, to fix us.. that isn’t how it fucking works”. She took a long drag, loooked at me and said “I thought that was how it worked.” I cracked a smile.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Psyche
Family Isn’t Always Blood
Family has always been an odd concept to me. I wasn’t raised in the worst setting but it also wasn’t the best. My real dad never gave a shit about us, my mom had a lot of trauma she never faced, my brother took his anger out on me and my step dad and my mom never got along. As I got older, I started to understand that a lot of their behavior was not acceptable. I dated abusive men, was a poor friend and did a lot of terrible things because I could not accept what had happened to me and couldn’t grow from it. Once I began going to therapy and realized the trauma that I faced, I slowly began to work through it, accept it and grow from it.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Humans